“It’s huge! It’s the biggest spider I’ve ever seen!”
Lewis’s tummy tightened.
Danny tried not to giggle. He reached out with a long blade of grass and…
“Get it off, get it off, get it OFF!” Lewis screamed, clawing at his face.
Danny howled with laughter.
“You’re a Yellow-Bellied Scaredy Cat,” he gasped.
“That’s not fair!”
“Yes it is. You were so scared you couldn’t move. Yellow-Bellied Scaredy Cat! Yellow-Bellied Scaredy Cat!”
Lewis stormed off towards the house.
When Danny skipped into the kitchen a few minutes later, Lewis was sitting at the table with a spoon in his mouth. He pushed a bowl of ice-cream towards his brother.
“Yes!” Danny said, seizing a spoon.
Danny scraped his bowl clean. Underneath the ice-cream there was something small, and black and…leg-like.
Danny peered into the bowl. His stomach flip-flopped and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. There were a few more little legs, and antenna and…a wing. His chair toppled over as he stood up.
“Mum? Muuuuum,” he yelled.
“You’re a Yellow-Bellied Scaredy Cat!” Lewis sang out as Danny raced upstairs.
“It was only marker,” Lewis muttered.
“I didn’t even do anything,” Danny added.
Danny and Lewis flopped onto their beds. Mum left for work with a jangle of keys, her car growling into the distance. Their sister Jenny was babysitting and the murmur of the TV floated up through their floor. Rain began to lash the window…
The lights went out. The house was very dark and very quiet except…
“Did you hear that?” asked Danny.
“Don’t try and trick me,” sniffed Lewis.
“I’m not. Listen…”
Scrape scrape scrape.
“What is it?” Danny asked, climbing onto Lewis’s bed.
“I don’t know,” Lewis said, pulling Mr. Ted onto his lap.
Bdup bdup bdup…crash!
“It’s getting louder!”
“It’s coming closer!”
Lewhiss…Daaaaneee…Where arrrre you?
“Quick,” Lewis said, pulling his doona over their heads.
They huddled together and held their breaths.
Something gripped the edge of the doona. They shivered and then…
“You’re both Yellow-Bellied Scaredy Cats!” Jenny yelled, flinging the doona onto the floor.
Lewis’s heart danced in his chest. Danny’s tummy was filled with butterflies.
But it was only Jenny.
Bubbles of laughter floated up inside them.
“It’s time for dinner, I ordered pizza,” she said, ruffling their hair.
Lewis leapt off his bed, “Last one down stairs is a Pink-Toed Slow Coach,” he yelled as he bolted through the door.
“That’s not fair!” Danny cried, racing after him.